Posting something built daft today as that’s the mood I’m in….not sure it cuts it for open link night over at dVerse Poets Pub, but let’s see…..
I’ve been lent a book of Ivor Cutler’s prose, and I thought I’d do a silly poem in attempted homage…
by the Show gardens
and in the Pavilion,
she observed the plants closely
the plants observed her
seeing an artistic person,
with a good eye for colour
but alas, little idea
of nurturing plants.
the plants wilted.
(Of course, at Chelsea Flower Show, the plants very definitely do not wilt…well, not when the visitors are there to see).